Hey mama, I’m sorry For the pain that you have felt, since that fateful day For what your eyes had to see For what your ears had to hear And for what your hands had to touch I’m sorry, that I’ll never understand half it To face death point blank! To live in an era of terror Clueless I have become To live every day, sure I have a tomorrow Despondent I have become to cherish every moment of every day I’m sorry, mama That I sometimes take life for granted My freedom for a lack of fate To miss out on the pride and joy of my country For that’s who you are For not just what you have survived But your consistency to choose life For the cruel lessons life imprinted on your soul Never did you stamp them on my own But gradually guided me to take them as my very own I love you, ma For the blows you took for me That you lived a life I’ll never live Fought for my freedom Made the right choices to compensate for my wrong ones You lifted on your shoulder the burden to pay for the ultimate price For my eyes to never set upon the horrors of mankind.
